Sinclair
-Later, sweet?-
What did he mean by that?
Nope. She was not going to wait and find out. Home was where she should be. Far from the tempting professor.
She was almost out of the building when her path was blocked by Sandy and the spice girls.
-Really? Isn't this overrated?- This was so old school.
"What does he see in you, Chinese girl?" God! No originality.
Sinclair was tempted to speak in Mandarin to prove her point. But she didn't know the language. A pity.
-Old mother English it is then.-
"Chinese girl, really? That's the best you can come up with?" That gave her nemesis a pause. Oh, the bitch was trying to think with her fish brain for a good comeback.
"You are nothing. We don't even know your name. You are poor, deaf, and...and...
Warning Explicit Language and Scenes 18+ Sinclair All her instinct were telling her to run from him. From Nicholas. He was her professor and if the school administration found out... Wait. What would they find out? They were not even dating. He had not asked her out. And even if he did, she would say no. She didn't want to embarrass him. Though there were those not-so-innocent touches, holding her hands, embracing her to give her comfort, bussing her cheek and forehead, he always acted like a gentleman. Maybe this was how he acted with his lady friends? He must have lots of them, her mood turned sour. She hated imagining it but he was not hers, to begin with. After his friend fitted the earpiece and made necessary adjustments on her new medical aid, Nicholas had insisted on coming home with her despite her vehement protests.
Nicholas -Sinclair. My sweet.- It was never his intention to leave her at the break of dawn while she was sleeping. She was not a one-time thing and she was not his latest mistress. She was more than that. Much much more. Breakfast in bed would have been much better. Literally and figuratively. But dinner in bed was incredible. He reheated their take-outs and fed her despite her protests. There was nothing more fulfilling than watching his woman eat. Sated and content, they fell asleep in her small bed. And as he had predicted, she was draped on top of him because of the confined space. He wasn't complaining. He even looked forward to doing it again and he had hoped to occupy his mammoth four-poster bed instead the next time. This morning though, he groaned at the discomfort, stretching the kinks in his muscles. Yup, the stiffness in his shoulders and
Sinclair -I told you, didn't I?- She had made the most stupid mistake of her life despite her warnings. She trusted. She loved. She fell. And he was not there to catch her. She should have known better. The problem was she gave precedence to the chemicals emitting from her brain whenever he was around. Fuck attraction! Look where it landed her. She was once again back to that old box questioning her worth. After years of self-therapy, fear had crept over her once more. She was as unbalanced as she was when the people she cared for the most left her at a tender age. She was definitely worthless. -Stop! You are not!- The last text she received from him was three days ago. He said there was a family emergency. Yeah, right. She was sure he used that same exact excuse before.
NicholasGod! He was dead tired. The responsibilities resting on his shoulders were overwhelming.His father was a distinguished member of London's Aristocracy. His internment and the place where he was laid to rest had to befit his station in life.With friends at the club and with his solicitors' help, everything went smoothly as planned.The only important thing missing was his Sinclair. Five fucking days. He didn't receive one text from her. Not even a missed call. Nothing.His imagination was running wild. He told her there was a family emergency. No response. What could she be up to?Was she eating well? Did she get sick? He tried his best to sneak out but it was fucking impossible.Nobility from all over England kept arriving. Some stayed until the funeral. His duty was to stand beside his mother and support her in her
Sinclair-What am I doing here?- Her hands securely tangled in his, they walked hand in hand from his garage to the front of his house. He has yet to let her go.Sinclair looked around her. The neighborhood he was living in was far cry from where she came from. This was the opulent side of London where the rich and famous converged. More of an exclusive part of the city.And Nicholas's modern townhouse was no exception. One could not even call it properly a bachelor's pad because it was not. It was a freaking three-story high-end modern structure.It was still early in the evening but this type of neighborhood didn't have people milling about outside their flats. And it was too quiet."Nick," she squeezed his hand. He stopped and turned to her."Yes, sweet?" He arched his brow."Are you sure about this?" She bit her lip nervously.
NicholasHow much longer could he wait?Earlier before they surrendered to sleep, he fingered her hot and tight pussy to satisfaction. He had caressed and kissed her until she had fallen asleep. Though he didn't cum with her, he was contented. Only just.Their first night ensconced comfortably on the downy softness of his bed, she laid almost on top of him, their legs tangled under the sheets, her slender arm on his naked chest and he was extremely aware she was naked bar his shirt. Fuck! Too aware. His cock was pulsing for some time.The light of dawn graced their outside world. He was usually up at this hour, would render a few rounds at a nearby park riding his thoroughbred Black Arabian. And an hour or two at his private gym.This morning, he was enjoying the feel of Sinclair in his arms. But he was not enjoying his erection. He mentally winced."Hmmm..
Motherfucker! What was she doing with the professor? She was his slave. He had promised his leader they would have her. And he would be the one to break her in. No matter what, he would do anything to get his target. He had never failed to deliver the goods before. Luck was always on his side. It's time to learn more about her. He watched the professor got out of his sports car and opened the passenger side, assisting his student from it. They exchanged a few words and the girl kissed the professor's cheek affectionately. Fucking slut! -I'd make sure to flog you until you beg me to stop.- His hands clenched at his sides, he stared at the couple's interaction. He had to be careful though, he knew the man Sinclair Yuan was with and he had to make sure he was not caught. Viscount Redington was not a man to be crossed. If his student was a one-night stand then s
Nicholas "You won't...hurt me," Sinclair uttered. His chest tightened at her words. Never! He would sooner cut off his right hand than hurt even a single strand of her hair. "You are right. You will always be safe from me, sweet. Always." His eyes darkened, watching her approached him timidly, he prayed for patience. Her cheeks tinged with a natural pinkish glow and she was breathing deeply. "But you need to know, to feel. You are mine. Come here." He patted his lap in an illicit invitation. Approaching him slowly, he saw her eyes darted to the locked doors. "Don't even think about it, Sinclair. Running from me is futile. I will catch you and you wouldn't like the consequences." He didn't mean to sound like an asshole but he needed to assert his dominance for her to understand. She belonged to him and no other man was allowed to touch her until his dying breath. Or be
Sinclair "I am going to pretend I didn't hear that," her voice was soft yet there was an edge to it. His body tensed, surprised by her ambush. Slowly, he turned to gaze at his wife. Not expecting her behind him while he talked to their head of security. One hand on her hip, she was tapping her foot on the carpeted flooring. Her gaze threw daggers at him. If looks could maim... Rick, the head to her detail, coughed to hide his chuckle. Having witnessed this scene numerous times, he was not surprised anymore that his bad-ass employer was afraid of his petite wife. The only one who could make him quake in his boots. "Do." Viscount Redington uttered and dismissed him. She arched her brow. Amused at his defensive reaction, she reigned it in. Consternation filled his handsome features. She kept her expression bland though. It was always good to keep him on his toes. Or on his knees. "Sweetheart," he pushed closer to her until he could wrap her ample waist with one arm, while the other
NicholasTwo Months LaterBringing his Viscountess to the club was a first.The written rule of no ladies allowed inside the premises was about to be broken. But he knew his peers wouldn't mind. She was an official member of the prestigious club after all.Her hand on his warm grasp, he glanced down at her radiant face. Her enthusiasm was also contagious, soft brown eyes assessing, looking around her, ultimately nodding in approval. The Viscount smirked.Walking to the front steps, he was about to knock when Hennessey opened the heavy double doors for them with a flourish every self-respecting butler had been strictly trained to do upon receiving an important guest in his household. "My lord. Lady Redington." He bowed deeply. "A pleasure to have you here.""Thank you." She beamed. Her smile was a work of art.It gave the man paused. Then he cleared his throat. "This way, please." Gesturing to the long h
Nicholas Two Days Later "Where the hell are we going, Huntley?" Remington asked impatiently. "Why couldn't I drive the Audi?" His foul mood also derived from the fact of being awakened at the crack of dawn by his butler, only to find out Sinclair was kidnapped by his mother and his sisters. Huntley was looking down at him with a shit-eating grin on his face. Knowing Redington, who was about to scramble out of the mammoth bed to go after his fiancee, the baron immediately handed him two sealed envelopes. One from his mama. The other one from Sinclair. His sweetheart explained she had to go with the Dowager Viscountess to meet the tenants at Redington's Place, the family estate. Which was odd. His frown continued to grow while reading the letter. As the current lord and landowner, he should be the one accompanying her instead o
SinclairThe way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Or maybe a few inches lower.She tried to hide her smirk. Her plan was working. Cooking her favorite dish, now Nicholas's favorite, too, was part of it.She was craving pot roast tonight. And him. It has been way too long since they were intimate.While Nicholas was changing for dinner, she called the dowager. Affirming their agenda was to be executed two days hence. Mama happily agreed.Sinclair had faith that her sisters-in-law and Lady Louise were rallying behind her and finalizing everything.Viscount Redington was in for the biggest surprise of his life.There had been some sexual tension during the drive home but he still would not act on it. He was treating her like delicate china. Frustrating her to no end.She was determined to end their abstinence this evening.
SinclairShock coursed through her.She had been kidnapped, tortured, and sexually assaulted more than a month ago. She thought she had experienced the worst nightmare at that time but she was wrong. The panic coursing in her body right that moment was incomparable.Running from Nicholas was futile but what could she do? He left her no choice.Sobbing hysterically, she locked herself in the women's lavatory, oblivious to anything. She kept crying. Pouring all of her emotions out. It had lasted a while. She didn't care. Knowing she needed this or she would combust with anger.Her sobs turned to hiccups eventually. She was sprawled on the floor. The back of her head hit the tiled wall for support. Drained. Her energy depleted.Trying to think sensibly was a chore. But she had to. The growing life inside took precedence over her anger towards its father.Nicholas was only giving her a re
NicholasWhen it comes to Sinclair's safety, he had no scruples in ensuring his goals were met. He would kill for her. Again and again. Without question.Sylvia did not make it to the asylum. She was assassinated during the transport. Her body was discarded somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.Another possible dark cloud on the horizon vanquished for good. One more to go.A more urgent matter needing his attention had to be dealt with the soonest time possible. He was aware he could no longer put the situation off. The time was right.His fiancee was spending the day with his mother, his sisters, and Lady Louise which gave him a semblance of relief.Nicholas was reluctant to let her out of his sight yet he must. Still, it took Sinclair pushing him out of their bedroom before he relented. They needed a girl's day out, she told him sternly. He grud
NicholasTen more days at the hospital, Sinclair was improving. She no longer slept on her belly, though she found it more comfortable sleeping on top of him. He didn't mind. He was used to it. Preferring to be as close to her as possible.Their tenth day looked promising, she woke up with a faint smile, her soft brown orbs no longer registered discomfort. He felt her staring at him intently, his whole body became alive. Keeping his eyes close to savor the moment, he murmured. "Good morning, sweetheart." Deep voice was gravelly from sleep.After a moment, he heard a faint answer. "Good morning, Nick." There was still a purplish bruise on her jaw, reminding him of her state. She hasn't fully healed yet."How are you feeling?" Her smile faltered. Then she signed slowly.-It's too loud. She complained. Referring to the hearing aide attached to her right ear.
NicholasViscount Redington was back at Sinclair's side by late afternoon. He made sure to bring enough clothes for him and his girl, never wanting to leave her side until she was healed.Mrs. Dee came with him to visit and brought some of Sin's favorite baked goodies. By the time he arrived, the room was filled with vases of fresh roses, stuffed and cuddly plush animals, confections, and get-well-soon gifts. The woman resting in his arms would appreciate all his family and friends had done for her. A kind and gentle soul who didn't deserve such a cold-hearted mother.No matter, Rebecca, the dowager, was more than happy to fill that void.His dark gaze mapped every inch of the delicate beauty visible to him, wishing he could take away her pain. Despite the number of painkillers injected into her, she still winced in her sleep, twisting and turning, trying to find a comfortable spot to lessen her ach
NicholasThe sound of whirlingrotors from the combat helicopters stirred the Thames the balmy air, approaching the docks of St. Katharina, the blades' reduced sounds creating a vortex wind, disturbing objects and dust on its path, they easily found The Green Meadows, its flag dancing on the wind. Landing stealthily, assault rifles ready, in practiced formation, crouched low, they advanced towards their target.A container ship, with a least ten aluminum 20' x 8' TEU, painted in dark blue. Sinclair was in one of those boxes. Possibly being tortured. His jaw clenched."Redington," He heard Lucien through their comms. The Earl had a birds-eye view of the ship, out of sight, his sniper rifle pointed to the vessel. "Concentrate. I count five armed men on the forecastle." After a few seconds, bodies began to fall on the ground and frigid waters. "Clear."Cerdic gave a signal and they b